In the shower, water splashes everywhere. Chiang Qing stands under the showerhead, scrubbing her body with soap over and over again, until her skin turns red and painful. Then she squats down, hugging her knees, allowing the water to hit her body.
Across the shower, there's a large mirror. This design was intentional; it was that pervert's idea. It's hard to tell how many times he dragged her here, forcing her to watch the scenes of their intimacy. If she turned her eyes away, he would hit her.
Chiang Qing coldly laughs at her reflection in the mirror; this body is already filthy. And who would have thought that someone seemingly loving and kind-hearted is actually a beastly big bad wolf?
A month ago.
Just when she was about to break down, a strange man appeared before her eyes, taking her away from that hellish place that was driving her to the brink of madness and sanity.
